There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

The nature of bad news affects the teller.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.